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suppermariobroth

Unused 8-bit version of the “Rocket Run” music from Donkey Kong Country 3, found in the data of Donkey Kong Land 3. Since Donkey Kong Land 3 does not have the Rocket Barrel that was used in the original game when this song played, there is no level it would be used in. The existence of a remix of this song suggests, however, that at some point in development a level with the Rocket Barrel was planned.

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legsdemandias

Tumblr definitely does a lot of cutesifying mental illness, but there's been a pretty clear social media movement to "normalize" mental illness. And by normalize I don't mean "make mental illness not stigmatized", I mean "make mental illness appear not much different than being neurotypical". I'm not totally sure of the motivation, but social media has done everything in its power to erase the reality that mental illness, like most physical illnesses, are ugly, uncomfortable, disgusting, and debilitating.

My mom has colitis, she poops out of a hole in her stomach and it's pretty fucking disgusting. I have MDD/ADHD and I barrel through anxiety and depression that makes me borderline completely dysfunctional, it's pretty fucking ugly. Like yeah, you can cutesify both. My mom can't fart anymore and I talk really really fast. But at the end of the day we're suffering and we're uncomfortable to be around--and that's okay. We're alive and it's okay to disgust and discomfort others.

clussywillow

I literally made a bunch of passive aggressive posts on facebook claiming no one cared for two weeks straight because no one had made plans for my birthday. Which is still later in the week and I know have plans for. I panicked and thought nobody cared. I thought I was gonna be alone forever. I became suicidal and wanted to die because of this. I wanted to end my own life. I sat in bed sobbing and experiencing emotional anguish over something that unrealistic and irrational. So yeah, mental illness fucking sucks. There's nothing pretty about it. You wanna know what I do when I feel like that? I lay in bed, knees to chest (which is painful for me because of my hip issues but it's familiar and I have never been able to resist doing so), and I grip my hair on my head (yes, it's painful) and sob. And not passive sobbing where I'm just crying. Like full on aggressively sobbing. I am making noises and screaming through my teeth to try and prevent my parents I haven't seen or spoken to in three years, nearly four, from hearing me and coming into my room to shout at me for making noise. I wear my throat out. It becomes raw and raspy and it stays that way for a while. Nobody sees this. Nobody. Not even the person I trust the most (and she's seen damn near every other part of me) Because I only do it at home and I live alone. Nobody knows why I sometimes have a raspier voice. Well, this is why.

There are always parts of disabilities you won't see.

legsdemandias

There are always parts of disabilities you won’t see.

And there’s merit to trying to make mental illness appear attractive and normal, but it does a lot of damage, too. You try to express the feeling of severe isolation, the idea that you’re the only one suffering this much--and people just don’t understand and they find you off putting. Because the minute mental illness becomes ugly and uncomfortable and disgusting people balk because they thought it was calm panic attacks and laying in bed (with clean teeth, showered bodies, and NOT surrounded by garbage). 

The more we paint this picture that mental illness is soft and sad instead of ugly and disgusting the more we alienate people who are...ugly and disgusting. They don’t want to get help because they’re afraid they’ll be judged, when in reality they’re just mentally ill and because of those symptoms they deserve help and care.